At the end of the intermission, Song Hao replenished his strength and played again.

"Song Hao vs. Tan Songwen, the second half, the first game, start now, Song Hao serves!" The referee returned to his high position, flipped through the folder in his hand, and whistled. The audience also held their breath and did not disturb the two people who had already started on the field.

After the first half of the competition, he seemed to have opened up Ren Tong's second vein, no longer blindly following Tan Songwen's rhythm, the game time passed minute by minute, the heavy rain outside the house had stopped when everyone was not paying attention, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sunlight hidden behind the clouds for a long time quietly revealed a few rays of light, Song Hao found his rhythm and slowly began to become more comfortable.

"This," Yuan Yuzhou drank the last drop of Coke in the bottle, pointed to the arena with one hand, and looked at Luo Xiaowei with admiration on his face, "Captain, you really got it right!" How do you know?! Do you have the ability to foresee?! Then can you predict who will win Song Hao and Tan Songwen in the end? ”

Tao You also looked at Luo Xiaowei appreciatively, and after a few seconds, he was attracted by the coughing sound next to him.

"Got a cold?" Tao You's eyes were full of doubts when he looked at Song Yimian.

"Nope." Song Yimian glanced at Tao You quickly, his eyes returned to the field, and he put down the hand that was blocking his mouth.

Tao You nodded and said, "I'll just say that I was fine just now, but I caught a cold after blowing the air conditioner for so long, and my physical fitness is not so bad." ”

Luo Xiaowei took a throat lozenge in his mouth, and spoke unhurriedly under Yuan Yuzhou's expectant eyes: "I don't know." ”

Yuan Yuzhou lowered his face and muttered to himself: "I think Song Hao will definitely win." ”

As soon as Yuan Yuzhou's voice fell, in the first game of the second half, Song Hao successfully scored a point, and the score changed from 2:1 in the first half to a 2:2 draw.

"Well done! Song Hao, keep up the good work, I'm optimistic about you! Yuan Yuzhou stood up abruptly and applauded vigorously, happing more than he himself had won the game, and almost jumped up on the spot.

Fortunately, there were also many spectators around who shouted excitedly, and Yuan Yuzhou's behavior was not too abrupt.

Zhang Sanyi pulled Yuan Yuzhou, who was jumping around in front of his seat, blocking the view behind him, and was very helpless to him: "Don't be too happy, you just won a game, and now it's just a draw, you seem to have decided the winner." ”

"Brother Zhang, which side are you from?" Yuan Yuzhou was dissatisfied with Zhang San's words, "The captain said that Song Hao would win, right, captain." ”

Luo Xiaowei didn't answer his words, and said without a head or tail: "There is a huge disparity in strength, you have to outwit it." ”

"Tan Songwen prefers to play fastball, especially flat volleys, the strength is still heavy, almost every time he hits near the bottom line, even if he catches it, it is difficult to return the ball well, this is one of his winning points, last year he used this to break the opponent's psychological defense line in several games to win."

"You can also see when Song Hao usually trains, he is a typical defensive player, although he practices late, his strength is only in the midstream, and he will be led to rhythm because he can't judge the landing point of the ball well, which is also a shortcoming that Coach Tan said the most, but he can still defend back a lot of tricky balls, which is his biggest characteristic." Song Yimian saw Tao Youmu holding his chin and his eyes rolling back and forth with the ball, so he explained.

"If you can't judge the point of landing, you can still hit the ball back, or is it a tricky ball?!" Yuan Yuzhou began to listen carefully from the moment Song Yimian spoke up, and he couldn't help but sigh at this time, "There are still such strange people in No. 1 Middle School!" ”

- yes, that's the most amazing thing I've felt since I started training this month. How can a person play a good ball at the same time when he doesn't know where the next ball will fall and when there is a problem with the position.

Tao You silently added in his heart. Every time I watch Song Hao play during training, I will worry about whether he will be tired because he has been running all over the court, and Coach Tan also likes to concentrate his several games together, one game after another.

"Tan Songwen is still too anxious and too easy to be irritable." Luo Xiaowei continued to add.

Several people looked back on the court, and sure enough, as Luo Xiaowei said, Tan Songwen's ball had begun to appear unstable, although it was not very obvious, but it could still be seen if you looked closely.

"Once Tan Songwen starts to get anxious, his control will deteriorate, and his ball will be particularly easy to fall into the net or out of bounds." Song Yimian continued Luo Xiaowei's words. First\./Hair\./More\./New'.. Hand. Machine. Edition (The next page is more exciting!) )

As soon as the words fell, Tan Songwen went out of bounds with a high-pressure ball because of too much strength, and lost the last, Song Hao won the game again, 2:3, and there was still the last game left.

Tan Song scolded in a low voice in annoyance, holding the racket with one hand and the sweaty head with the other, his expression became more and more fierce.

When exchanging venues, Tan Songwen seemed to accidentally "touch" Song Hao's arm, but Song Hao took a few steps back.

"Why is Tan Songwen still bumping into people?! This kind of person still lets him continue to play?! ”

Not only Yuan Yuzhou, but many people present spoke out angrily. The players of the No. 1 Middle School who were waiting on the side were also anxious to stand up and walked forward to hold Song Hao's grievances, but they were stopped by Coach Tan's eyes.

"He just took advantage of the fact that this was just a friendly match, and if it was a regular game, I would see if he had the guts." Tao You leaned into Song Yimian's ear, used one hand as a fan, and fanned the wind hard to make his anger go away.

"Beep!" Living up to expectations, the referee blew the whistle, "Tan Songwen, the first warning!" ”

The voices in the audience were quieter, but there were still dissatisfied voices.

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"I said, Tan Songwen of your team is too uncompetitive." Coach Tan complained to the coach of the thirteenth middle school who had a black face on the side, "Even children don't do this kind of thing." He curled the corners of his lips disdainfully.

"He's still your nephew." The coach of the thirteenth middle school tried to shake the pot, "Didn't you teach before he entered the thirteenth middle school, why are you embarrassed to say that." ”

Coach Tan retorted reasonably: "What about my nephew, he is now your player, and you are his coach." When I taught him, I didn't teach him how to do such a shameful thing. If I'm not mistaken, your school was famous for having players do this kind of thing on the court, and it seems like they were banned for several years. Right? ”

The coach of the thirteenth middle school had nothing to refute, his hands behind his back, his face was as heavy as if he had smeared dozens of layers of coal, and turned back to sit down on the bench.

Coach Tan also lost his good face, and the anger in his heart rushed straight up, this nephew has been disobedient since he was a child, and he has taken a crooked path since he was a child, it took him several years to bring him back to the right path, and now he has let the thirteenth middle school take him away. Thinking about how to clean him up when he went back.

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changed the venue, it was Tan Songwen's turn to serve, I don't know if it was the warning just now that disrupted his rhythm, or Song Hao's change gave him a sense of urgency, and he fell into the net with two serves in a row, and his brows were twisted as if he could kill flies.

"Faul! Zero, exchange courts, Song Hao serves!" The referee made a note on the paper and shouted.

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"Tan Songwen!" The coach of the thirteenth middle school still couldn't hold back, and walked forward to lie on the fence, wanting to remind a few words, but was stopped by Coach Tan, "Don't forget ······"

"What for! Breaking the rules, playing games, I want to remind you what to do early. Coach Tan didn't expect the coach of the Thirteenth Middle School to do this, and his favorability towards the Thirteenth Middle School dropped a few notches again, and it was directly negative, and he also wanted to know who Tan Songwen learned from this stinky problem.

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"By the way, captain, this Tan Songwen is in a hurry now, and the ball has made a lot of mistakes, but the gap between Song Hao and him is there, you can't wait for Tan Songwen to make mistakes all the time to win the game." Yuan Yuzhou ate popcorn from nowhere.

Luo Xiaowei ate another throat lozenge and said, "There is not much chance of winning." ”

"But there's still a chance." Song Yimian immediately retorted.

Luo Xiaowei turned his head, raised the brim of his hat, a pair of single eyelids that were a little similar to Song Yimian, and met Song Yimian, who was looking at him together, and in an instant, the fire was full of fire, and they did not give in to each other.

Tao You and Yuan Yuzhou watched the two people who were the farthest away seamlessly answer back and forth, looked at each other, swallowed their saliva, and closed their mouths in unison, wisely choosing not to participate in the next immortal fight-level conversation.

"Song Hao is now temporarily ahead, but it is only temporary, how long can this kind of score obtained by luck last." Luo Xiaowei stared at Song Yimian and said. First\./Hair\./More\./New'.. Hand. Machine. edition

Song Yimian also did not show weakness: "Song Hao relies not only on luck, he has his own playing characteristics, you don't find that he is much calmer now than at the beginning." (More exciting on the next page!) )

Is it? No matter how fast the ball is, he can try to catch it, he is like a sponge, he can absorb and tolerate it well, and he can quickly find the opponent's playing habits and find the right way to fight back. And the speed of the ball he hit back has also slowed down a lot, and the spin has also increased, on the surface, it seems that he is still being brought to the rhythm, but in fact, he is already in his own rhythm, and Song Hao's return to the past ball will only make Tan Song uncomfortable and destroy his rhythm. ”

"Heh, slow ball," Luo Xiaowei sneered, "The world's martial arts, only fast is not broken, the same is true on the court, what is the use of more curl, if the speed is slow, the opponent will be able to better judge the point of falling and run in advance, even if the temper is irritable and unstable, Tan Songwen's basic skills are there, and he can return the ball to the past with a random volley, then Song Hao is doing useless work!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Tan Songwen in the field confirmed Luo Xiaowei's words, he stood in front of the net and volleyed smoothly, Song Hao did not run in time and lost it. First\./Hair\./More\./New'.. Hand. Machine. edition

3:3

Match point!

"The strength is not good, what is the use of having more skills, it is all a show." Luo Xiaowei saw that Song Yimian didn't speak, and continued, "What sponge, what tolerance, even if he can find the opponent's shortcomings while playing the game and find a suitable method, how much time can he have to fight back in the end?!" Moreover, these should be the preparations that should be done before the game, rather than waiting until the game is played. ”

Song Yimian's hands on his knees gradually clenched, he knew that Luo Xiaowei was right, and any rebuttal seemed pale and weak now.

Tao You explained so much when he saw Song Yimian refute for the first time, and in the end he was so stunned that he had nothing to say, usually he was the one who said what Luo Xiaowei said. She lowered her eyes, stared wide in the dark, and silently sighed that the world was so big and there were people outside.

Seeing that Song Yimian looked bad, she reached out again and shook Song Yimian's clenched fist, signaling him not to care too much about other people's words. She thought that Song Yimian was so angry because Song Hao was his teammate, and he was so angry.

The two of them gave such an argumentative explanation, providing free explanations to the people around them, and also saw the situation on the field more and more clearly.

"The captain is so fierce" Yuan Yuzhou didn't dare to come out, and quietly leaned behind Zhang San's ear and said.

"Ah Mian, when did you become so unreasonable?" As soon as Luo Xiaowei's words came out, Tao You and the others were shocked and looked at the two of them neatly and uniformly between Song Yimian and Luo Xiaowei.